Fuck That Pretty Boy Shit

by WORDS HURT

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grysom This record is just amazing. Go and buy it, it's priceless. ;) Favorite track: I Love People (Feat. Red Pill & Marilyn Carino).
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URBL LINGO “This work between two of Hip Hop's most underrated monsters compiled of rapper Alaska and Producer Lang Vo is a Timeless HipHop Classic and underground gem.”

Creating some/ if not the hardest, gritty, grown lyrics, Crafted with disturbingly sinister beats that slap stupid to genius.
“Constant Rotation and no skipping forward filler crap.”
-I give these dudes credit for reviving the Underground HipHop scene in 2016 at a time when the independent hip hop scene was looking eerie and bland for myself. One listen and i was hooked. Straight Crack!

Favorite track: I Love People (Feat. Red Pill & Marilyn Carino).
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lahav17 This is nothing short of a masterpiece. I've been a fan of Alaska since I first heard him on The Cold Vein. Lang Vo's production fits his style perfectly, almost as if they take each other to the next level. Dope record.
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Stijn Van Hees Down to earth raps over productions that are sometimes quite out there. Don't get mistaken by the deliberately low profile of these cats, this is hip hop of the highest quality. Favorite track: Chekhov's Gun (Feat. Marilyn Carino).
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Fuck That Pretty Boy Shit is the first full length album from Words Hurt and features guest spots from Mello Music Group artist Red Pill and Rast RFC.

Fuck That Pretty Boy Shit is a way of life. It is a misanthropic but loving middle finger to the culture at large. It is the call to be more than the things you consume.

Special thanks to Reggie Hemmingway who provided us with the album title.

Links:

Words Hurt Twitter:
twitter.com/wordshurtmusic

Alaska Twitter:
twitter.com/alaska_ATOMS

Lang Vo Twitter:
twitter.com/langkimvo

Red Pill:
Bandcamp: redpill360.bandcamp.com
Twitter: twitter.com/redpillrap

Rast RFC:
Rast's new album "I Know Why the Caged Byrd Sings" is coming out summer 2016.
Bandcamp: rastrfc.bandcamp.com
Twitter: twitter.com/Rast_RFC

Marilyn Carino:
Website: www.marilyncarino.com
Bandcamp: marilyncarino.bandcamp.com

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released April 25, 2016

All Production by Lang Vo.
Most of the Raps by Alaska
Special Guest include Red Pill, Rast RFC and Marilyn Carino

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WORDS HURT New York, New York

Words Hurt is the merger between rapper Alaska & producer Lang Vo. Together they're the embodiment of using spite & self deprecation to block out the rest of the assholes clamoring for your attention.
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Track Name: Alwayswillwhatbe
I'm on that john cougar mellencamp shit I'm from a small town
Wasn't much to do but get drunk until you fall down
The ceremony homey was formal I'm talking ball gown
All that pomp and circumstance but dammit we were all clowns

Doomed from the start might as well stick a fork in him
silky with soliloquys still I Aaron sorkin them
I work in cycles that's how it's always been
I Went from thin to fat to thin to fat to thin

Now my body's all weird I'm talking hair and loose skin
That's my tribe that's my quest that's my luck of Lucien
Ugggghhh I'm just so fucking over it
another old dick dies hope that that's my obit

I'm so damned curmudgeonly fatherly and husbandly
this whole shit is cheese then I'll one up it with some Brie (I'm fancy like that)
----and an ennui aperitif
I Check my ego at the door and now Im snoring through these rap beefs

Add a little dry rub imaginary fight club
Chuck palinuk a falice tucked so fuck your life cuz (sorry bruh)
-- I'm not beyond it I went through it
Survived the poison season play destroyer with my music

Amusing I'm a voyeur Let the passion fill the void
Cause the money's fucking table scraps but rapping's in your boy
And still I want a sprite commercial. Just to spite my virtue
I'm guess I'm just a hypocrite some shit I have to work through (but I won't)

---I made that leap a long time ago
Won't bore you with that story no I'll save it for the liner notes (liner notes)
--They turned the limelight to a mall
Now New York fucking sucks but I still love it in the fall

I love the colors in the foliage I know I'm sounding old as shit
But you gotta fill the middle cause life's like a cannoli kid
Holy shit I'm guess this means I'm growing it's appropriate
Cause nothing makes me sadder than friends frozen by hopeless Grifts

Still telling The same jokes and clinging to their broken myths
At one time we were close but now like Tokyo we drift
I think you get the fucking gist shit I know I've gone and changed
The problem is you didn't that's a muthafucking shame
Track Name: Chekhov's Gun (Feat. Marilyn Carino)
I like to fancy myself on that Jason statham
--Or maybe Liam nesson in taken
-I have very particular set of skills
Im early on dope tv shows and rap somewhat Ill (somewhat ill)

-I guess I'm more like Brian Bosworth
or Matthew perry and his whole none yards work
Like I can fight killers laying in wait
Yeah killers By iron maiden and that's albums not that great

But I like Murder in the rouge morgue i work like I'm ru Paul
sound disgusting taste delicious bitches I'm like rhubarb
- Get at me dog straight barking from the barcolounger
trying to find some housing an apartment at fair Market value

Shit --- milks like five dollars a half gallon
-- I ran my last five k in a half hour
- And now I'm trying to better my time
I know this shit is wandering my Bedouin rhyme

That bare knuckle gyspy shit gets left out like elipsises
I ride around shining cause I'm grinding like the clipses is
Rappers we ain't the same --
In general like petreas and again how they portray us

its all repurposed take the verses match the chorus
The habeus the corpus the matrix vs morpheos
i need my morning coffee heres a little ipso facto
i have no time for you muthafucking assholes

Hook:
I don't have time for this bullshit
I don't have time for this bullshit
I don't have time for this bullshit
No I don't have no I don't have

I don't have time for this bullshit
I don't have time for this bullshit
I don't have time for this bullshit
No I don't have no I don't have

Verse 2

So (so-so) you wanna know how it's hanging? (How it's hanging)
I'm rocking penguin (rocking penguin) feeling sanguine
Knocked down got up bruh that chumbawumba (chumbawumba)
You could say he's the rap Sebastian Junger

verses on that perfect storm nerd shit got my urkle on
Who is he he's diddy he won't stop the inertia don
who has the energy? Or should it be whom?
Im at the crib reading bolano and bumping that Steve Kuhn

Listening Three waves And three sheets to the wind
I'm three times dope I'm so fly that I'm pushing tin
You should Google it homey I stack arugula blow me
So on my dill I'll reference Truman capote

Sphinx helped me with that line a shout to bobby cosmos
I don't waste raps even the scraps will go in compost
Kill beats for more than meat use every part of the bison.
I Took it down with Chekhov's gun I'm Walter white with the ricin

Its an exercise in writing remember my set of skills
Remember dope tv remember rapping somewhat ill?
- so maybe I'm not Liam nessen in taken
Plus My high voltage Is bon Scott and not like Jason statham
Track Name: We Are Fucked
Welcome to America America the beautiful
a Christian feudal system but the myth is much more suitable
The land of the free (free) home of the brave (brave)
Built on slave labor still going on today

--Only now it's outsource out of sight far from home
--Overseas Chinese children building iPhones
Making all your sneakers migrants picking peaches
We're stupid and entitled a new style of overseer

-- Cool with giving up our freedoms
-- cool with murderous police men
cool with drone strikes killing mostly innocents
cool supporting war crimes then feigning our ignorance

We are bringing freedom protecting interests
They do beheading we bomb weddings and kill infants
Damn – It’s hard to hide my disgust
We're culpable in silence and in violent blood lust

Hook:
The whole world is melting the waters catching fire
The system is collapsing it's a dying empire
And we signed up for it we signed up for it
The game can't be rigged when we went and forfeited

We signed up for it
We not them
We chose comforts
Over need not them
We sold our principles
For greed not them
We signed up for it
We not them

America America the land of the free
We gave it all way and blame them instead of we
The Deregulated the media is owned by GE
you should euthanize the radio and kill your tv

--The dystopian utopia
Everyone's on opiates Oprahs and Deepak Choperas
we all look the same we're Mario and Luigi dog
Give in to the Borg that-s the spirit like Ouija board

It’s pure micro marketing
they’re all up in your microbes maestros of the heartstring
But that’s what happens when you let your things define you
You need to keep consuming to feel human it’s a minefield

There’s still a dark part of me that wants to see Trump win
And watch it all burn as we bask in his smug grin
ha ha ha please pardon my dark humor
But it seems you need con to spell consumer.

Hook:
The whole world is melting the waters catching fire
The system is collapsing it's a dying empire
And we signed up for it we signed up for it
The game can't be rigged when we went and forfeited

We signed up for it
We not them
We chose comforts
Over need not them
We sold our principles
For greed not them
We signed up for it
We not them
Track Name: I Love People (Feat. Red Pill & Marilyn Carino)
Alaska Verse 1:

I got greenhouse emissions I got Michelin stars
I got a sword like michonne and now I'm owning my scars
The gods Blades of glory on my Chaz Michael Michaels
The art is zen and maintaining motorcycles

----I was obsessed with being hard
I just ended up being difficult. A dick in that regard
Find the god at BJs eating samples by the handful
Or Driving in the X3 -bumping to hard to handle

-The black crows version -with no plastic surgeon
-By the time I'm sixty I'll look every bit of 80
By the time I'm 80 life insurance pays my ladies
can’t get lost anymore so ill explore some Navel gazing

Catch me in the backyard sharing beers with rod
Or catch my on a park bench Bose in bumping Marq spect
Shit ----Nowadays if you catch me out
--I'm likely at Home Depot and I'm fetching grout

-Or kvetching bout Cops who kill you for a loosy
So now I stay inside Watching McgGruber eating some Gruyere
more socially exhausted than I'm Socially awkward
The soul of Muddy waters with phrasing like cole porter

gold standard old gold cold quart or can
If you need a bite to eat I suggest some au Bon pan
Im so off the grid went from awkward kid to awkward man
And now you talking U2 to me like Scott aukerman

Bridge:
They say hey why you gotta hate so much
I say I don't hate it's more disdain and disgust
I hate the feigned outrage and the way it's discussed
I hate what we've become and I hate all our stuff

Hook:
I like people, I just don’t like being around them
Im old and Im crumudgenly which is suddenly arousing
I like people although most people are dicks
And I count myself among them something of a crown prince

I like people -- a thought most don't believe me
I'd just rather stay at home and be alone with my tv
I like people no seriously they're awesome
but their need for validation’s irritating and exhausting

Alaska Verse 2:

Yo ---You wanna see performance art
--Create A fake Twitter feed and a tortured heart
--And that's there's just the saucypart
--Im talking false alarms and office parks

Lost arcs and nazis off color cacophonies
And Honestly I'd rather hear as nasty as I wanna be
And me I'm just a wanna be version of ramellzee It's just simple economics now cause time is a commodity

So --- Let's open up some new markets
With One twos with numarks And binge watch a few parks
-and recs -Netflix and complicated sex
Charlie horses from intercourses Geoffrey Chaucer infinite jest

(Yeah I guess?) When Im clothed i feel so closed
I suppose i know it's ghosh but I Rarely let people close
I guess that's the cost of doing business with a caustic wit
Sort of like the office this is how we make the sausages

Hook:
I like people, I just don’t like being around them
Im old and Im crumudgenly which is suddenly arousing
I like people although most people are dicks
And I count myself among them something of a crown prince

I like people -- a thought most don't believe me
I'd just rather stay at home and be alone with my tv
I like people no seriously they're awesome
but their need for validation’s irritating and exhausting

Red Pill Verse:

The only time that I love people’s is when I’m not around them
When they in the abstract, I get a bad rap, for hating humans
But I don’t know what I’d do without em
Cause honestly they give me something to think about and laugh at

And alienating my friends is my greatest accolade
Only thing that I look forward to on a Saturday
Is falling asleep, all in my sheets
I’d rather call the police than ever call up my peeps

And really? Who the fuck says peeps?
Only time I leave is to hit the bar that’s up my street
I guess I’m kind of a judgmental Judy
Maybe it’s that alcohol drug that’s getting to me

Maybe I’m getting old and getting boring
But I’m sick of telling friends “you already told that story”
To all my folks I propose a toast for em
I don’t hate people, just most of them
Track Name: Casanova Frankenstein
Straight from the laboratory
Sewn together from the pieces of the legends that you had before me (it's Alive)
They Built the perfect rapper homey (I'm fucking perfect)
The bilderbergs they back your homey

I think I'm rocking one leg up for my whole verse
Daughter said I look like a smurf Skully and no shirt
Wifeys like whatever when I called her my old earth
A shout out to the rappers coming back with unsold merch

A Shout to old clips of Joe piscopo and Jack tripper
Shout out to comic strips especially to Ed piskor
Shout out to indie rappers back from tour and piss poor
A shout out to t la rock and extra props for its yours

I guess a shout to Wu to. A shout to Desmond tutu
A shout to producers who choose to sample nu shooz
Shout out to raiders gear Nike airs and starter coats
Peace to gold medallions cuban Linx and dookie ropes

I'm fresh as Wes unsel I guess that's a throwback
To when I was pro black with a baldy like Kojak
Homey I'm so rap homey I'm so trap
Im showbiz and ag baby I'm soul clap

Catch me out on warren street driving bumping warren g
old boy lost in Tolstoy at a cafe reading war and peace
My pastiche is too niche it neicheze and I half fear
I might be out of place in my nirvana I'm like pat schmer

So What up to all my jukie folks what up to my atoms fans
What up to my college loans mortgage note and dental plan
I feel like I'm mad max all leather clad cyber punk
So let me get mine first if your whole damn style is chump


Outro
So Take that and rewind it back Lang vo got the sound to make your booty go clap
Take that and rewind it back ala got the sound to make your booty go clap
Take that and rewind it back words got the sound to make your booty go clap
Take that and rewind it back words hurt got the sound to make your booty go clap
Track Name: Modern Man (Feat. Rast RFC)
Alaska Verse 1:

His flow is like nature
A gush of wind or a babbling brook
The stoic type sacred
Somewhat chagrined he's a cavalier crook.

At least That's how he fancies himself
Sid and nancy or John I'm only dancin(Dancin dancin dancin)
An odd relation with the music Whoopee Goldberg and Ted danson
He has an occupation but it holds his soul for ransom

A weird plot homes now he's in Stockholm
A punch the clock drone or at home with his scotch stoned
He's comfortably numb he has the comfortable life
Once he was undone now he comes home to his wife

-It's not that he misses it. He was a miscreant
-He must admit that at first three were some misgivings
-He loves Christmas with his kid and all the gift giving
He also loves to spit it on a beat something blistering

but That's his to reconcile --
It was a test of his guile at least I reckon for a while
Two sides of a person with some version of a middle ground
A ven diagram if a man that's how the riddle sound

It's not that profound or that big of a deal
It's not like he went and reinvented the wheel
He just found a way to make time for all that he loves
when he defines himself Now he checks all of the above

Hook

Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man in love
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man unplugged
Let’s celebrate the modern man
I need my space
let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s plead the case

Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man in touch
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let's give it up
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The modern man

Alaska Verse 2:

I sit here blank faced staring at a blank screen
Blank slate pregnant pauses shoreline of the mainstream
Trendsetter born from apocalypse a Ledbetter
You can keep the jimmy hats I'ma take the French letter

--I think It classes up the joint a bit
Its masterpiece theater with a mirror for the voyeurism
Actually its joy division all bravado gone
Mixed with my serato now there's potholes in my lawn

Apostrophe for ownership - a pot to pee
And possible im free put a stop to all that loner shit
The onanist the swollen dick from mental masturbation
The exasperated masochist who lacks imagination

But Frankie says relax---
And me myself I like to max
Instead of spiraling down the drain of rather fly away to Spain
My wounds were always self inflicted Was addicted to the pain

12 steps to recover 8 steps to perfection
Memory sort of muddy been bloodied by introspection
-The cuts and bruises are useless if you don't use them
I reckon there's some truth in extending your reckless youth.

--this recluse is sort of the living proof
You can salvage all the wreckage on a record and a loop
And leave it in the past keep your passion in the present
Thank you for your time I've been Alaska it's a blessing

Hook

Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man in love
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man unplugged
Let’s celebrate the modern man
I need my space
let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s plead the case

Let’s celebrate the modern man
The man in touch
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let's give it up
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
The modern man

Rast RFC Verse:

He never listened to his mom Head bobbing to a Slick Rick Song
A child’s story unfolding in the arms of the law
He went and set up the alarm on the car
Woke the neighbor up that saw him out the window and gave the sergeant a call

So now he sits in jail he’s in living hell
And he says “I will not live my life in a cell”
So he decides to change gets out uses his brain
Gets his GED enrolls in college and gets good grades

Now he’s got a job no longer has to rob and steal
A true taste of life’s joys
Then he gets married to the girl of his dreams
And they have a beautiful baby boy

He doesn’t smoke drink or party goes to bed at 9 o’clock
Wakes up and does it all over again
I wouldn’t have it any other way
I guess I’m just an old fashioned modern Man

Hook:
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Let’s celebrate the modern man
Track Name: The Kids Are Alright
Verse 1:
back from Atlanta saw Vu I think he's dying
--He got the Cancer in his liver lungs and his spine
--his two kids about the same age as mine
And every time i think of those girls i start crying

--so now I'm trying to shift my focus
Sipping on hibiscus tea with rose hips
A herbal remedy there's memories in a roach clip
Let me chill with this mix I made for this road trip

Every other night I fall asleep on the sofa
A weird looking white guy just like Sammy Sosa
Got old I suppose I even watch the Charlie roses
grays everywhere all in my ear and my nose hair

wish I was young again drinking chocolate Nehi
Now I'm up before the sun because I need a little me time
Up before my daughter sorta stressed about this refi
For every dope 90s group they'res 90 other mi phi

Mi's -- so could we please get off our own dicks
The kids are alright let them go and have their own shit
Holmes i got my own kids and I simply don't care
If they pay homage to my youth My jobs to focus on theirs

Hook
The kids are aight but the grown ups fucked
I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked
I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked
I say the kids are aight but the grown ups fucked

The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right Right right right

Verse 2:
I wear that shame like a plain Keith Harring tee
Faded like My tattoos which I view as embarrassing
I snapped at my kid today for acting like a know it all
And Now I feel like shit there's so much I don't know at all

I’m going to Qdoba bro and eating up my feelings
Meat stuffed in tortillas that's a recipe for healing
My pico de gallows humor kismet for this shallow human
buffalo sixty six my own Vincent Gallo movie

Dude he's that graffiti rock my brood is a needy flock
I tend to keep my distance 'cept for Christmas when I drink a lot
And maybe pop a tab---of antacid
The production sets the atmosphere it’s like and Ant Classic

All the old schools have been replaced by the new schools
And All the new professors second guessed by the old fools
I used to watch the Box plus I used to drive a box truck
I used to shuck and jive a phony pussy like a cock tucked

Which might just be a construct of time molding my memory
So now I just stand here and say nothing like I'm eric b
get my Marshawn Lynch on I'll disappear like Pynchon
I’m older and I'm chubby sort of schlubby like I'm Vince Vaughn

Hook
The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up
The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up
The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up
The kids are aight but the grown ups are fucked up

The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right Right right right
The kids are aight-right The kids are aight
Verse 3:

Yo I'm so tired of muthafuckers
I hate the city hate the country hate the suburbs
I hate republicans and democrats and demagogs
I hate my bills hate my debt hate my deadend job

I hate our culture it's insulting hateful discourse
I hate the discord and the rap reviews at pitchfork
I hate the think piece the hot take and the bike lanes
I hate allergies my aching feet and migraines

Yeaaaaahhh. I hate I'm not as dope as skipp coon
I hate sounding bored and arrogant like Brit Hume
I hate apple I hate streaming I hate Spotify
Actually I'm lying i subscribed and that shits kinda fly

I hate portlandia and grown ups riding scooters
I hate foodies but I love some fucking food trucks
I hate cops killing black kids and rappers saying faggot
ayn rand disciples Atlas shrugged and dagny taggert

I hate whole foods and I hate you if you shop there
I hate the gap hate banana I hate rocawear
I hate you if you think that tip was better than phife
I Hate boomers I hate gen x but tie kids are alright
Track Name: Spaced (Feat. Marilyn Carino)
Yo. My age is finally catching up with me
I got a busted heel and there's something ruptured in my knee
My ankles always clicking I think I have tennis elbow
I can't see at night cause my my sight has just gone to hell so

Fuck it I'm gonna be Crotchety as I want be
Bitch about kids today while bumping rast rfc
All exercise and diet lets try to unblock my arteries
And see if life is worth living while giving up all my carbs and cheese

Yo-I put the horse before the cart my gee
Not trying to be a martyr but my father has some heart disease
And apples don't fall far from trees
They rot in the orchard this got awkward So please pardon me

My whole rap career has been a self diagnosis
A fraud playing Freud over joyed by the closeness
Sleeping on Strangers sofas seeing my homeys posters
That dick Whitman hobo code some madmen on a road trip

The journey of a lifetime I find it's been like forever Holmes
Digging through past and laughing at all the Buried bones
All I hear is muthafuckers looking for their forever homes
I'm still out in Brooklyn looking for things I've never known

It's like Alaska where the hell ya been---
I've been Forming an LLC dressing like LL bean--
believe in LL cool J more than Elohim---
It's elementary essentially it was all a dream---

---I used to read omni magazine
---Carl Sagan and Steven hawking talking laser beams
I sit alone in my four corner room
like Chris mccandles and vanish in my own nom de plume

I made piece with the broken pieces
Jesus that's a load of crap
Egregious but I need it I've conceded that I'm all but trapped
It's how the world makes sense to me no deities or entities
I posit an agnostic philosophic point of entry

Essentially it's OCD meets ODB its woe is me meets spoodioodidopolicious mixed in for the potency
I guess that's how it's sposed to be alone at sea and all adrift
I didn't choose the music I'm pursuing my own moby dick

But shit that mattered once just doesn't matter now
----And I can't even be mad about it
---Sure a little sad nostalgic
Now I'm on a Path Of knowledge add a little apple polish

A Mac book a google search ill even walk the google earth
Like Jules in pulp fiction so quotable with dope writtens
Lost my religion its to made up like them riot girls
And used to push agendas so you end up with this Dying world

Powerless to power shifts
A nifty brand of cowardice Disney LANd ivory tower shit holding on with Calloused grip
Alarm bells and karma armed with bomb shells my calm appearance armor pierced Dali Lama swami with the hard sell

Art sells but whose buying lets try a new diet supersede the true grit chewy nougat with the truth dying
last gasp a death rattle add a little hash tag a crash and grab with everything I had up in a trash bag

Still I don't care much I'm looking for the where what
Who when how why how do I compare plus
I rarified the air but now its terrified by where it dies tied up in loops and snares succumbed to fear and paralyzed

So take it with a grain of salt Maybe i should plain revolt
just take back what missing not play victim with the same results
Expecting something different it's a glimpse into my sanity
A vision of my schism lube the skids up with a can of grease

I have deep thoughts about things that aren't that deep
Like Back seat of my jeep or night of the creeps
i blasphem cause theres nothing i believe
if i've never really been here than I never have to leave

Hook:
All this space i need to fill it up with something (repeated)